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Chapter 21

MPOV

Outside of Scoop

New York City, NY

12:16pm

Massie Block pumped to the silver handle of Scoop's, and the stores overwhelming smell inflated her lungs. She walked in to the all white store, being followed by Nessie Cullen, Alicia Rivera, Dylan Marvil, Kristen Gregory, Claire Lyons, Seth and Jacob Wolfe. They all separated into different sections of the store, searching the many clothing filled racks.

JPOV

I sat on a white chair in the waiting room while Nessie tried on some clothes that she found, not that she needed any when Alice and Rosalie bought her so many. She opened the door and stepped out, wearing high heels, a blue shirt, and white pants. She reminded me so much of the human Bella.

"Whaddaya think Jake?" she asked, twirling around like a ballerina.

"You look like your mother." I grinned.

"Is that good or bad?" she looked in the three paneled mirror, turning back and forth looking at her outfit in different angles.

"Of course it's good."

"Thanks Jake. I'm gonna go try on some more."

"Sure, sure." I waved her away with my hand, just then Nessie's friends walked in with a load of clothes in their small arms.

"So Jacob, did you get anything?" Dylan asked while a saleswoman opened the change room for her.

"No Dylan, nothing yet." I answered. She smiled and walked into the purple dressing room. Before the trip Esme and Carlisle pulled the pack aside…..

-flashback-

"Damn calculus!" I threw the pencil to the wall, and it made a little dent. I walked to the next wing that held my bed and laid down on my back, looking up at the beige spotted ceiling.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in!" I shouted. Carlisle and Esme walked in hand in hand.

"Oh, hi." I said.

"Hello Jacob." Esme said.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting up.

"Well, for one, you need to fix that dent in my wall." Esme said with a smile.

"Sorry about that." I felt a little bad after Esme asked me to fix that.

"I'm sure Edward would be happy to help with your calculus." Carlisle and Esme sat down on the couch in front of my bed.

"Sure sure." It's not like I actually need calculus.

"Well let's get to the point. We are going on a family trip to New York City on Saturday and Nessie's friends are coming along."

"Cool. I've never gone there before."

"That's good."

"Leah! Seth!" Esme called. I wonder if we're in trouble….

They opened the door and sat on the bed with me. Carlisle signaled us to come to where they were, so we got up and walked over. They stood up and Carlisle swiftly reached for something in his pocket. Oh crap, maybe we are in trouble. I wonder if I looked as scared as I felt.

"Since you are all very much part of our family," Esme started. Phew!

"you all need to have the same privileges as our family. I'm sorry it took us so long, the credit cards were a little hard to get." Carlisle had three very small presents in his hands. CREDIT CARDS?! We all gasped in surprise.

"Leah." Esme gave her a red present box and hugged her like she was her own daughter. It was like the Oscar's. She opened the square package and inside was a card and a pink blackberry.

"Oh," her eyes popped opened, "you guy's really don't have to do this for us." She said, and tried to give them back. Esme gently pushed it back to Leah.

"Don't be silly dear."

"OH MY GOSH!" Seth said. "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" he exclaimed, and hugged them at the same time. He held a black blackberry and a card too.

"You're welcome, son." Carlisle said. They finally handed me a silver present. I carefully opened it and in the small box there was a silver blackberry, and a gold credit card that said, Taylor Lautner (tehehehe). I raised my eyebrows at the name.

"Umm, I hate to break it to you, but Taylor Lautner isn't my name." I said.

"Oh, that is to be inconspicuous." Carlisle answered.

"Oh."

"My name is Tyler Posey." (Just guessing! Not true!) Seth grinned, "How about you Leah?"

"Vanessa Hudgens." She answered (Not true! Didn't know who to put, sorry if you don't like her.)

"Thank-you Carlisle, Esme." I said, representing the whole pack.

"No problem son." Carlisle said. I slightly grimaced when he said son, my real dad was the only one who called me that and truly meant it. The silence was broken when I heard glass shattering. Uh- oh.

"Emmett!" Esme shouted and smiled at us, then walked out the door. "What did I say about putting the strap on your wrist when playing Wii!?" Carlisle waved and followed behind her.

-end flashback-

Nessie opened the door and walked in front of the mirror, wearing a jean miniskirt and a red graphic t-shirt.

"Well?" she asked me.

"You loo-"

"Ah-dorable!" Massie interrupted. I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks." Nessie blushed and grinned. She looked at me for the answer I didn't finish.

"You look very pretty Nessie." I said. Massie was starting to get on my nerves, and I didn't like the fact that she was friends with Nessie, and I had a bad feeling about it. Just then, Leah and Seth walked in and Seth sat down beside me while Leah walked into another change room.

"Did you buy anything yet?" He asked.

"Nope, how bout' you?" I rested my back on the wall behind me and looked up at the ceiling.

"No, but man, do I have a lot of ideas on how to spend this baby." Seth fanned himself with the credit card.

"Remember Seth, use it wisely." I gave him an I-am-the-Alpha-so-you-better-listen-to-me-look. I too, wanted to buy a few things I never had before.

"I know." He answered and rolled his eyes.

DPOV

Dylan was trying to zip up the zipper on the back of the Alice and Olivia dress she found, while thinking about how to ask Jacob to the dance. The imaginary light bulb in her head turned on. Perf! She thought, and stepped out of the change room, pressing the front of the dress into her boobs so it wouldn't fall.

"Hey Jacob, can you please zip up the back of my dress?" Dylan asked.

"Uh, sure." Jacob zipped it up and sat back down. Dylan walked up to the mirror and looked at herself, twisting and turning.

"So Jacob, rate me." Dylan put her hand on her hip and put her weight on one foot.

"Er, fine. Seven?" Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Come awn, at least a nine eight. This is the dress I'm wearing to the auction." She winked and raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, erm, sure , a nine eight."

"Thanks." Dylan walked back into the changing room-a little annoyed- and looked in the mirror again, checking out the black sequenced dress. Her choice was only sev-uhn huh? Time for plan B!

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